Out Oyster Lyrics - Hammill Peter

This one's authentic, 

son of a gun, 

a soundtrack from China 

in the universal tongue.... 

The world is our oyster 

to plunder at will 

though the palats is jaded 

by all but the thrill 

of fish out of water, 

life in the raw... 

Without understanding 

of what life's worth fighting for. 

Out of universal language 

some stuff never translates - 

the reports come in clusters 

but for words it's too late... 

Six o'clock entertainment, 

tears of anguish and rage... 

in the zoos of the media 

the spirit of moment is caged. 

There's only one language 

the whole world comprehends, 

there's only one message 

as the darkness descends... 

do you still have a question 

or do you retract? 

There's a whole world of difference 

between the observer and the act. 

They're playing world music 

in Tiananmen Square. 

They're playing world music 

in Tiananmen Square. 

The whistle of bullets in the air.